Oh how I wish
I could blame it on you;
The unyielding hurt I feel
Day and night;
The pit in my stomach
That seems to grow deeper
by the second;
The pounding in my chest;
The aching in my bones.
How I wish it was your fault,
But it wasn't my dear.
It was mine.
I am the one to blame
for the pain I feel.
I alone.
I expected too much from you,
I fear.
But how is wanting to receive
the same amount of love
I gave to you
Expecting too much?
I feel guilty
for desiring to be loved;
For desiring to be wanted.
But why?
Why should I?
All I wanted
was for you to be
as attached to me
as I was you.
Was that too much to ask?
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
